he sat down to write his father a
letter
lookingup at the handclock he saw
it was 8:25 on 25 August or 8/25
Coincidence? a
friend badgered himwas unsatisfied that he refused to call anything a coincidence
It is not nothing is
then as every
time before he heldup his right handfist closed bemused smiling would then violently jerkpop his hand open which they understood was his simulation of
The Big Bang Singularity in that millionthbillionthtrillionth of a second of the Universe all that
would be every nuance every particle of dust in cold space congealed planets stars
suns black holes physics biology science plants animals fish human beings every word in every language every sleep and waking every scenario love affair war
Was
Nothing a coincidence
it was also his kidbrothers
birthday
pen in handresting on three
sheets of paper on his desk he sipped black coffeehad thanked the machine for
making it cleared his throat sang Happy Birthday
he would have loved to call
but his kidbrother was dead
nevertheless he was sure he heard
him
those lines are always open
their connexions crystalclear
he set his mug down upperleft corner he wrote
0825 Sunday 25 8.
24
listening to Dark Sorrow
Ambient Music Lonely Neighbourhood
Howdy Paw!
taking dictation from the Universe
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